What I value about INDIA...

What I value about India is that everyone co exists.
What I value about India is that people of various cultures and languages pretend to be together yet apart.
What I value about India is we boast, “All Indians are my brothers and sisters.” But every hour there are rapes all over the country.
What I value about India is we speak of liberty and nationality only to report honour killings every day.
What I value about India is that it is a democracy.
What I value about India is in most parts I am compared to dogs.
What I value about India is we are an outspoken society today.
What I value about India is we have family bonds too strong to severe.
What I value about India is, today the name of Lord Shiva means ‘dope’ not ‘devote’.
What I value about India is I can build a home anywhere yet not be at home.
What I value about India is the rich are growing richer.
What I value about India is the time it puts in trying to be a first world country.
What I value about India is farm grown vegetables are replaced by cans on the shelf.
What I value about India is it is fighting its WARS.
What I value about India is it worships Mahatma Gandhi when reservations are set. But he is thrown out of the window when ‘ahimsa’ is concerned.
What I value about India is they value their gems more than the people digging for them.
What I value about India is the west is the only place for it to go.
What I value about India is know your rights but don’t assert.
What I value about India is it speaks of the Tata’s and the Birla’s…the Mumbai slums…the Goan beaches…the to be’s of tomorrows.
What I value about India is how we tutor ourselves in the various accents of the world.
What I value about India is the way we are holed up in our homes and not allowed to peep out.
What I value about India is the cushions we sit on are not allowed to poke us.
What I value about India is that the rich are taught never to be uncomfortable and avoid all that might lead to it…
What I value about India is that I was born here, only to be brought up in the same conditioning.

written on 26th January, 2011

after a series of Flights

I was tiny

When I took off

The projectile

Induced

The momentum

Of freedom

And thought.

I reached

The zenith

Or rather

Wished to…

Before I could pierce through

The cloud

Perch on the

Rainbow

Slide down

To the pot

Of Gold.

The gravity

Got the

Better of me…

The projectile

Descended

Mid way…

Was it a

Descend or

A drop

Down the

Cliff of

Destiny…?

Midway then,

I found a branch

A tree wavering

Yet standing

Not so tall…

I held on

For dear life

And prayed

For yet another fall.

Approach

The click of the key

Suggested

It’s an unlocked door

The tap of the heel

Told me

There was someone out there

I heard the boom…

And there I was

Naked

Exposed

I felt lifeless

I dim glow

Flooded my thought

The wispy hair flowing

It was not a lineage

It was adorned

And looked after

Like no other

Her beaded necklace

Slowly slid down

I knew

The consequence

Yet

Said nothing…

 

I wish I had.